“The first thing we’ve got to do,” he said, “is get out of this truck without their seeing us. If we can do that, there’ll be nothing to connect us with it, and they won’t necessarily kill us on sight if they spot us.”
“Yeah,” Kasinda agreed. “There’s that, and the fact that I’d like to find a bathroom.”
Alex hadn’t wanted to mention such a delicate matter, but he’d been definitely feeling the pressure himself. “Right,” he smiled, even though she couldn’t see the expression in the dark. “Then we use our wristpaks to call for help.”
“Good luck. The Temps is a notorious dead zone.”
“Then we’ll get to a callbox and try to reach my father so we can tell him what happened. I’m sure he’ll be glad to know where the Vanakh is.”
“No,” Kasinda insisted. “I don’t think that’s smart.”
“Why not?
